Animals

We were in the woods, camping, but for some reason I had my laptop and was using it on sort of a stand attached to a pine tree. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a moose, and we both stood very still, up against the computer, so that it wouldn't notice us. Then an animal came running by, sort of a light grayish brown, very round and furry, with a long tail, and on all four legs. "Was that a bear?" I asked, and he confirmed. Then another one came by, with a little cub! It was adorable, kind of like a teddy bear, and I felt very gratified to have seen a bear in the woods. Things felt vaguely dangerous, but not terribly threatening; the animals were close to us, but didn't seem particularly interested.

We went back into the tent, which was army green. The floor of it had been warmed by a shaft of sunlight coming in.

Ssssssmokin'!

I don't smoke cigarettes, and never have. I'm picky to borderline neurotic about my teeth and nails, and as a runner (and human!) also really need my lungs to work optimally. However, for years I've had dreams about smoking. Last night in my dream I smoked several rather long cigarettes, and I had the niftiest little lighter, a small metal button that flipped open to reveal a tiny flame.

You can feel free to question my thought process on this, but I've long equated these dreams with the desire to cut my hair very short (though being around smokers and seeing them on screen is likely an influence as well). I've been itching for a haircut recently; that seems like a better way to get rid of the dreams than to take up smoking!

Later on, I dreamed that we were running away/hiding from a bear. We were trying to throw rocks at it to scare it away, but somehow two groups of us ended up throwing at each other, and I kept barely avoiding being hit. My own ineffectual lob hit Bryant's mom, though thankfully not very hard.